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... ring one back just to help cook," Saul said, eyes still fixed on one of the shut-down security robots. "You don't know how awful the food is back in the camp. Sometimes, I genuinely consider kidnapping a chef from Night City."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Kidnap a chef? From Night City? Saul, all the chefs there crawled out of hell. They don't cook food—they perform culinary crimes. Night City's cuisine is more radioactive than the Badlands."

With that, Arthur pushed open the next do ...

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